This was first written like a short story for a contest ( even had it here) but i wrote a sequel to it and a side story
The girls with the white socks
" It is raining, all looks so empty, the world goes numb just like us. We are empty from inside. I know you can still read my thoughts. You’ve been a bad girl Kao. Those chains are your punishment for what you have done. A dog like you should never be set free nor be allowed to disobey his master’s word. You hear me..."
" What an eerie place. And I thought I’d seen all kind of scary things in my life". Said a man watching the river. The man was detective Naoki Ringo, who has just transferred from the city in this " godforsaken place ", that he called the Meira village. He opened a bottle of water because his assistant, a 20- year-old man, from the police station , almost fainted because of the bleak view. The corpse seemed to have been sucked from inside , becoming just bones covered by small parts of flesh and skin, only the face was almost intact .The eyes were wide opened and almost out of orbit and he looked as if he was smiling. The local witnesses found him with the face downwards , under the bridge.
" So...". The detective could not finish to spell out his thoughts when the people who gathered to see what had happened started to scream "it’s their fault, those monsters...".
A man came near the corpse telling the detective that the man who died had been working in the house from the hills. Everybody called the owner- a girl with white socks. From hundred of years all the women from that house have been using long, silky and white socks. It was a hallmark set by the society of those times. They are cursed. All the men near them died or disappeared
.He warned the detective not go there, to let the things how they were. The man was scared more for his own family’s safety , the same as any other local from Meira village. Never cross the forest during the night, never stop near their house, never look in the girls’ eyes.
"Those are just superstitions and stories told by the old people." Said the detective, looking at his assistant face. "We are going there Shima. I need to hear if the owner knows something about this man. These people are all crazy ",he said to himself , looking at everybody while entering in the forest.
The house from the hill was big, old and seemed as if it was about to collapse, as the years were passing by . In front of the rusty gate was an old man, looking towards the two people who were coming slowly because of the bad weather conditions and the broken road.
" The young lady is expecting your visit Mr. Ringo", said the man with the black old cape. The house was in blackout because of the storm and all the living room was illuminated by hundreds of candles, which appeared to be livened. The old man invited those two to sit down while waiting for the lady. In a few minutes from the second floor was coming a girl with white socks. She was like a normal teenager, but in the candles’ light she looked like a specter. Her long black hair was like some black velvet and her eyes were dark, and heartless. She smiled and started to answer the detective’s questions , while outside the night and the storm were falling slow upon the old house.
"Do you wonder why local people fear us?", said the girl watching toward the window.
" Well, I am new in this village, said the detective. I don't know much about those parts. But I suppose that all those rumors are just …. rumors , pointless ,ancient dicta . "Maybe, maybe not, said the girl smiling, while pouring more tea in the cups. I'll tell you a short story I’ve heard from my mother, while we’re waiting for the storm to pass. Both became curious about the young girl’s story.
" Once upon a time there was a princess known to all like the girl with white socks. Everybody feared her, even her parents. It is said that all who look in her eyes during the sunset will die or bad things will happen to them. People started to avoid her ,saying that she might put a curse on them and the white socks ware a sign for all to avoid eye contact with her . She moved here , in this house , built especially for her, alone in isolation. But people were still dying from the same death - all their organs have been liquefied and drank by something. In spite of their terrible sufferings , they had a smile on their face . They all thought that was the little princess’ fault. She was supposed to be “ The Monster” . They came into night and burnt the house, after chaining her fragile body of a pile of the house. She screamed for help while her heart became numb and empty from inside. On sunrise she was just a burning shell. “Revenge!” that was her last word . A year later all the people from the village had been killed. All said it was a beast’s fault , others claimed that was the curse made by the princess’ family, a curse made by the women. Since that moment all women from our family were made to use the same distinguishing mark - white long socks. Well... the truth is that we ,the Ayame women , can see people’s thoughts. And yes , that is a sad story detective, we are still hated and avoided for something that people are too scare to understand.", she let her cup down and looked towards the two detectives, smiling looking towards the ceiling, where she could see a big spider’s web. The room got darker than the night while the candles one by one were burning down.
"Aren't you afraid detective? In this darkness you might just vanish . This is the "forgotten place" afterall. The detective became numb while the little princess’ dog was slowly sucking his life ....
The girls with white socks were just specters in the night, wreaking vengeance on every man that was ever passing their house’s doorstep .